My dad. He inherited his spirited and quirky sense of humor from his own dad. This is a photo of him from the early 1950s. He had not yet met my mother, he was barely 20 years old. But it is one of my favorite pictures of him.
I treasure these old photos along with the other assorted relics from his life. I'm thankful for having had him in my life at all. Part of who he was is alive in the way I think and make decisions and see the world.
I love you Daddy.